I hate it--so in our division of labour, I do the other kind of housework." She looked ruffled and he told himself, a little maliciously, that she was not unlike a lazy, rather incompetent, housemaid.

"If it's Timmy you want," she continued, "I'll go and see if he can come." "Please don't trouble.

I'll find him all right." Radmore went out into the passage.

As the baize door, which shut off the kitchen quarters, opened, he saw his godson and Rosamund before they saw him, and he heard Rosamund say, in a cross tone: "It only means that someone else will have to help her; I think it's very selfish of you, Timmy." From being full of joy Timmy's face became downcast and sullen.
"Hullo!" Radmore called out, "I want you to show me the garden, Timmy.
Where's Betty ?" "She's in the scullery, of course.

I tell you I _have_ done, Rosamund.
You _are_ a cruel pig--" "Come, Timmy, don't speak to your sister like that." It ended in the three of them going off--Rosamund to look for the prescription, and the other two into the garden.
* * * * * Nanna waddled into the scullery: "I'll wipe up them things, Miss Betty," she said good-naturedly; "you go out to Mr.Godfrey and Master Timmy--they was asking for you just now." Betty hesitated--and then suddenly she made up her mind that, yes, she would do as Nanna suggested.
In early Victorian days women of Betty Tosswill's class and kind worked many of their most anxious thoughts and fears, hopes and fancies, into the various forms of needlework which were then considered the only suitable kind of occupation for a young gentlewoman; and often Betty, when engaged on the long and arduous task of washing up for her big family party, pondered over the problems and secret anxieties which assailed her.